"What's wrong?"

Zhao Wushuang stopped and looked at Zhao Bin and asked him curiously. He thought Zhao Bin met an acquaintance.

"Are you wrapping up the rooms on both sides?"

"No, exactly this layer."

When he said this, Zhao Wushuang did not show off at all, as if wrapping the first floor of the Emperor's Hotel was like eating a bowl of noodles.

But it's very harsh to hear Zhao Bin's ears. After all, he's also Zhao's family. If he hadn't known Zhou Mei, he would not have come to the Emperor's Hotel for dinner now. Paying rent is a problem.

But at present, this man has taken down the...